Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1887-08-03

4 - lrem Ned burton, and contained
: ~ q Indian curiositiss. andfa roll Of
MAnnscf1rt.
~well, what II thisa.
And Talbot took upths package Of paper
What : play. and written by Mad Bur-
40 can vrite, for how he over passed
through GAndhurat ] cannot understand.
Oh. hare Ii his letter!
And opening Il, he read:
-PAxronuA. September 10. H..
MI DEAR OLD Talbot FL send yon herewith
lew souvcnirs that may be acceptable. ~ they
Lou writes me that you call oft n, and she
ukot you Immensely; but dent fall ia low with
her, Talbot. for ron know she Is my bright. par.
You have, doubtless, seen accounts Of our
rrating the story. and | have but . menlent TO
Nrltr. Goodbye, ana luck to you. Yours
r. R--Just received orders to move ulon the
Xuius. and expect . hot time but hope to win
.By tho way. have employed my leisure in
scrtbbltng. and. just to please Lou, have writ
ten 9 play, though she knows nothing about 1t.
brother Ulcers. not willing to be laughed at for
. pcdantic fool. Inow send IL to you, and its
ute ts Tho yagabo, d.
.N NJ Dutbc ypu Cdu. NJ y sIuuCp. ueClue u1tpn
its merits. II II has any, ard bring It out for me
Il IL hes only dement's. which l believe, make
cigar-fightcrs of 1t. and as you love mo. do not
Toll Lou. Goodbye again. NED"
.Well. here goes for the first cigar lighted
with Ned's mons ense.s And the title page
Talbot Trevor sat musing and smoking.
his eye fell upon the orening words OF
The vagabond, |" and something in them
Causod him To read farther.
And ms ench page was read, he continued
on. until nt last he dropped The Ms. and
said, angrily, "Why, in the name Of the
saints, didn't 1 think of this? It will 40 as
certain rs / sit here-if / let a manager see
Il, which / will lake good care not to de, as
Lou Lav.re shall never know that Ned
Burton can do what ! cannot"
He was hall tempted 10 destroy it, but
refrained from so doing. and locked it up
after q moments thought.
The next day, as he read his morning
paper m ate his breakfast, his eyes fell
upon the Geographic headline slaughter
OF British Troops!"
Eagerly he read what followed, and it
told him that among the dead left on the
field was the gallant Capt. Edward Burton,
who sacrificed his life to save q wounded
Corporal"
sPoor. poor Ned; just like him to do such
. deediS said Talbot Trevor, his heart
touched by the loss OF his friend; but his
better nature soon vanished, for he sprang
TO his feet with a flushed face, and cried,
Nov Is Lou Layere mine--ny, and more,
The Vagabond' Is mine."
Six weeks after, Talbot Trevor arose at
sunrise one morning. and eagerly seized
tEch~ alf.dozen papers he had ordered left
at his rooms, and read the criticisms upon
@The V~agabond," presented for the first
time the night before.
My fortune is made, for they laud it to
the skies" cried the literary thief; and he
spoke the truth, for his name was upon
every ones lips, NJ having written the most
successful play ever produced, and one
that could bring q tear and a laugh to-
gethcr, being full Of the most touching
pa.hos and the rarest humor.
And Lou Lavere, whose eyes had grown
red since the day of that slaughter, smiled
upon tho young author kindly, and offered
her arme congratulations: may, more, MS
time went by, and the fame Of Talbot in
creased. she promised him her hand. for
her father willingly gave his consent when
he found that Trevor was no longer an i'm
pecunious young scribbler.
Having made a success, of course Talbot
TrevOr's writings were in demand, and
with the aid of a Bohemian, who had
brains but no money, he wrote several
other plays that also ooh we'll, and for
which he paid the real author enough to
keep him from starving for q few months.
With = comfortable bank account and a
royalty" ulon his plays, Talbot Trevor
was living in fine style, and had boaght
and furnished n small residence. In which
he was 10 install his bride within another
month.
Seated in his sumptuous home one
evening, making notes for a new play, the
servant suddenly ushered in a visitor, and
with n cry Of horror Talbot Trevor started
back, for Mel Burf0n stood before him.
"Ned Button, ! believed you dead!" he
said, in a hoarse voice.
$50 it would seem, Talbot, from what
has occurred; but l came not here to quar-
rel with you-Hold! ! know all, for, in
home, after my escape from a long
imprisonment among the savages, !
stopped ever night in Portsmouth, ana,
seeing The Faeabond' advertised. went 10
the thea'cr, and Witnessed rag Play per-
bdttN. with Your name as author. So be
IL. You have reaped a rich harvest, and l
will not rob you OF it; but for your treach-
cry ! will punish you by taking from you
Lon Laycre, whom you won under false
p~retenses.n
Never! She knew that you could not
write q play-or thought so: md You have
40 proof, and she will remain true 10 me-"
said Talbot Trevor, ~iercely.
unfortunately for you, / keep n copy OF
all my letters. n the savages did not get
my copying-book, and l showed to Lon
just what o had done-Hold, Show
no anger towards me, Trevor, for l nm the
one %wrongcd. But though | give you tho
play, and no one else than Lou and myself
shalt know of your treachery, for all you
can make ont Of it you are welcome 10,
you must lose her, as this letter will show
you"
And Capt. Burton handed the whites
faced, trembling man q short note from
Lou Iavere, seyering the engagement be-
tween them, and telling him that, for the
future, they we're strangers to each other.
Talbot Trevor bowed his head in humilia-
ton md sorrow, for he dearly loved Lou
/ Ayere, anI when he raised it. Ned Burton
had gone. and from that day they never
met again, for The young officer, still suf-
fering from his wounds and long activity,
had resigned from the army, and soon
after started for Italy for a long stay.
But he went not alone, for Lou Lavere
became his wife on the very day that her
marriage with Talbot Trevor was to have
been solemnized, and when they again re-
to England the purloiner Of another
bruins had become a bohemian of
The lowest order, and, in fact, a r%agaboad.
Beecher's Brother Blew Into a Gun.